Flowers

Blooming in the open fields, pretties fertile mother earth yields, swaying with a gentle breeze, a symphony on which my heart feeds, A tender, loving view for all, sweet scents you purchase at the mall, fed with the fullness of the skies, that drift up high before our eyes, They feast on the light from up above, and drink from waters swirling deep below, Their lushness breathes life to earthy greenery, Flowers are for you and me.